I Didn't Wake Up Till 2pm Today
so i didn't tag along for the check-up. but then i figured it should be a married couple's thing. i don't need to be an extra. it should be an exclusive thing, this baby check-up. no interviews to go to today so i took the liberty to sleep in. and i dreamt of the KFC, the dude with the afro. i dreamt i was managing him, like he was some kinda rockstar. throughout the dream, i wanted to bash his head in and shave all that hair off (i'm pretty sure it's his pride and glory, that hair) or set it on fire. because he was being such a diva -demanding, difficult and dicky. what a pain in the ass. he couldn't shut up. he was all yakkety yak and whining and scowling when his demands weren't met. i'm beginning to loathe looking at that face now. reminds me of the dream. i'm already jealous of the hair.